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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 20, 2014
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Poetry
When the hallways start to consume, the days start to blur, test after test: not being able to tell which one was when, the little things build up. You don't realise your emotions blaring in the background, all you see is a book, another hurtful glance in a nook. Those looks and the crooks behind em, can listen to the tapping of my shoes, because no longer will they&nbsp;be my truth.
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